Time it was and what a time ... (songs about time)

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: sian, west wales
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 04:58 AM

Evening
by GK Chesterton

Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands,
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?

also by GKC
The Daisy

Colossal leagues of powers
Went to make one daisy
And colossal choirs of angels
Could not give thanks for it.



sian

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: *Laura*
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 06:51 AM

I like that a lot Shambles.

and Barden - excellent! I love that song :-) It was also my debut session song.

xLx

Subject: Lyr Add: TODAY (Jefferson Airplane)
From: Elmer Fudd
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 05:17 PM

Today I feel like pleasing you more than before
Today I know what I want to do but I don't know what for
To be living for you is all I want to do
To be loving you it'll all be there when my dreams come true

Today you'll make me say that I somehow have changed
Today you'll look into my eyes, I'm just not the same
To be anymore than all I am would be a lie
I'm so full of love I could burst apart and start to cry

Today everything you want, I swear it all will come true
Today I realize how much I'm in love with you
With you standing here I could tell the world what it means to love
To go on from here I can't use words, they don't say enough

Please, please listen to me
It's taken so long to come true
And it's all for you
all for you....

Marty Balin, Jefferson Airplane

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Janie
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 07:20 PM

ON A DAY LIKE TODAY
(Bob Dyer)

On a day like today, in the heat of this late summer weather,
There's a haze in the trees and the sound of the bees in the clover;
There's a hawk in the sky, there's a shine on the wide river's water,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

CHORUS: But the seasons keep changing,
And the days just keep running away,
And forever's a gift you're forever giving away.

On a day like today, in the last golden days of October,
There's a chill in the air and a light haze of frost on the clover;
There's a fire in the trees, there's a sound in the breeze like a whisper,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

On a day like today, in the heart of a long, bitter winter,
With the light from the moon making stars on the snow in the clover,
I sit down by the fire in the heat of its slow, dying embers,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

It's a morning in spring, and the dew on the jewel weed still glistens,
And I almost can hear new life being born as I listen;
I walk down by the spring and I drink from its clear flowing water,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Janie
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 07:27 PM

"This Is the Day" (public domain, from Psalm 118:24)

This is the day
This is the day
That the Lord has made
That the Lord has made
We will rejoice
We will rejoice
And be glad in it
And be glad in it
This is the day that the Lord has made
We will rejoice and be glad in it
This is the day
This is the day
That the Lord has made.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: frogprince
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 07:29 PM

Why me Lord
What have I ever done, to deserve even one,
Of the pleasures I've known
      
         Kris Kristofferson

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Keith A of Hertford
Date: 29 Jun 06 - 04:42 AM

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,bloke without a cookie
Date: 29 Jun 06 - 08:13 AM

'But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers..'

'All alone I came into this world
All alone I will someday die
Solid stone is just sand and water, babe
Sand and water, and a million years gone by...'

Nope, can't even write them without things going blurry..

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 29 Jun 06 - 09:16 PM

Quote from Eubie Blake on his 100th birthday, in response to "How do you feel?"

"....I feel like I'm thirty-five years old. With something terribly wrong with me."

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 06:48 AM

The doctor tells the old man
That his pain is due to age
Nothing to complain about
To be expected at this stage

The old man thinks and then replies
'Both knees are eighty nine
Why has age got that one
When the other one is fine'?

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Jon Bartlett
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 03:31 PM

What's the life of a man any more than a leaf?
A man has his seasons, so why should we grieve?

- why indeed?

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Tootler
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 04:14 PM

Westron wynd, when wilt thou blow
The smalle rain down can rain
Christ yf my love were in my arms
And I yn my bed again

Anon. 15th. Century.

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 04:20 PM

Jon made me think of this from Edgar Lee Masters:

For what is it all but being hatched,
And running about the yard,
To the day of the block?
Save that a man hs an angel's brain.
And sees the ax fom the start!

Art

Subject: Lyr Add: IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR (Ervin Drake)
From: GUEST
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 04:42 PM

IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR
Words and music by Ervin Drake
As recorded by Frank Sinatra on "September of My Years" (1965)

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen.

When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair
With all that perfume hair,
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five.

But now the days are short; I'm in the autumn of the year,
And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs.
From the brim to the dregs,
It poured sweet and clear.
It was a very good year.

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 08:34 PM

And the leaves that are green
Turn to brown

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: frogprince
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 02:29 PM

refresh

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Gillie
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 02:47 PM

WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN


I shall wear purple
With an old hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say that we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
And I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's garden's
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirt's and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only eat bread and a pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We have friends to dinner and read the papers.
So people who know me are not to shocked and surprised

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Mikeof Northumbria(off base)
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 02:55 PM

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your book, put that in,
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add -
Jenny kissed me.

Wassail!

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 07:00 PM

My dad knows everything........




Dad - you know nothing.........




As my dad used to say..........

Subject: Lyr Add: SUNRISE, SUNSET (Harnick/Bock)
From: Lanfranc
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 07:24 PM

SUNRISE, SUNSET
Words by Sheldon Harnick, music by Jerry Bock, from "Fiddler on the Roof" (1964)

(Tevye)
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?

(Golde)
I don't remember growing older.
When did they?

(Tevye)
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he get to be so tall?

(Golde)
Wasn't it yesterday when they were small?

(Men)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze

(Women)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.

(Tevye)
What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?

(Tevye)
Now they must learn from one another,
Day by day.

(Perchik)
They look so natural together.

(Hodel)
Just like two newlyweds should be.

(Perchik & Hodel)
Is there a canopy in store for me?

(All)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze.

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.


(Oy veh!)
Alan

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Charley Noble
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 08:13 PM

A little folk processing of C. Fox Smith's last verse of "Mariquita" comes up with:

I think 'tis better that way for there's nothing left but change;
With the ships I knew laid up or lost, and the ports I knew grown strange,
Though I've changed beyond all knowing from the man I used to be,
I remember Mariquita and she's always young to me!

Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Keith A of Hertford
Date: 08 Jul 06 - 07:03 AM

Nice one Alan.

My youngest, Emily, is 24 tomorow.
My sons 30, 2 weeks ago.

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 12 Jul 06 - 04:33 AM

The Last Roar

The last roar
Of the Dinosaur
As he marches to extinction
You say "what went wrong"?
But to survive for so long
Must be, a mark of distinction

For time had flown
And the world he'd known
The land and all the oceans
Where once he would fit
He now must admit
He was only, 'going through the motions'

Just running to stand still
'Over the hill'
He thinks he'll get there, but never will

Ready to 'give up the ghost'
Sound the 'last post'
Where are your friends, when you need them the most?

Put to the test
He was losing interest
But still going through, 'the usual channels'
He had to curse
When they got there first
Damn, those upstart mammals!

For they had begun
To suckle their young
He prefers, to keep his distance
But it's efficient
And quite sufficient
To threaten, his existence

Just running to stand still
'Over the hill'
He thinks he'll get there, but never will

Ready to 'give up the ghost'
Sound the 'last post'
Where are your friends, when you need them the most?

© Roger Gall.

Subject: Lyr Add: SPRING AND FALL (Gerard Manley Hopkins)
From: Stewie
Date: 12 Jul 06 - 08:03 PM

SPRING AND FALL
To a young child

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are all the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.


Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Charlie Baum
Date: 12 Jul 06 - 09:56 PM

For time it is a precious thing
And time brings all things to my mind
Time with all its labours,
Along with all its joys
Time brings all things to an end

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 12 Jul 06 - 11:28 PM

Love, it is a killin' fit,
Beauty, it's a blossom,
And if you want you finger bit,
Just you stick it at a possum.

Fod!

(a warning from the singing of Frank Warner at the first University Of Chicago Folk Festival -- Feb. 3, 4, and 5, 1961)

Art

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: John O'L
Date: 13 Jul 06 - 08:20 PM

That old time feelin'
Falls on its face in the park...

J.J.Walker